I was quite content writing short stories, until one day I decided to write a story for children. It began with a four-year-old girl hiding in a coal shed where she imagined she was safe from the dark side of life within her family environment. Her imagination created two fairies and Jack Frost. Her new friends transported her to a place of forests and incredible adventures. I decided to follow these characters to see where they were steering me, it wasn’t what I had planned, however, I felt a mysterious energy urge me to penetrate deeper into the plot. Then a ‘near death experience’ whilst I underwent surgery, provided me with the impetus to move forward with my intuition. The story led me into the adult world of dangerous paths through the depths of a volcanic mountain. As the plot developed into a crucial period in the Earth’s existence, I realised this story wasn’t for children. Olivia grew rapidly accompanied by her unusual collection of companions. I needed time out to revaluate the direction this story was taking me. I commenced again, this time for adults and the deeper I went into my mind the more graphic the images appeared. I was the ‘watcher’ the ‘listener’ to the characters that introduced themselves, similar to watching a movie and listening to their words. White boards disappeared. I no longer needed them they interfered with the images in my mind. I opened my consciousness and allowed the characters to take me along the journey as if I was beside them. I feel Orion’s anger and despicable thoughts and can switch from one character to another and take on their individual persona. I see and experience the beautiful Nebulas, like Sarandor’Q and the dark, bloody battles within the Earth’s body. I no longer make notes. Only with occasional historic episodes, do I research. Description comes easy. Clues that jump out at me, such as incidents from everyday life, and accidental — or not - exposed government secrets, I write. I have no fear of retribution. I cannot imagine life without my Alien comrades or my human family and friends.The little girl in the coal shed was actually me!